Apocalypse Hoboken - Good Luck to You lyrics

Salami skin and greasy hair a bullish trout he tried to scare A cornucopia of trivial solutions A brand new law of constitutions Drunk on co*k he's licking his lips s**ing milk from sagging tits A puppy dog is what you are A dirty dog is all you are Try not to wonder of all the blunders that have reeked with yellow sweat Sore with reaction a pulling extraction that leaves you with baited breath Could of should of and maybe you would of blasted through the skin of contempt It's not like a fable that ends with a moral instead you have nothing left Good luck to you and all you do to win the fight